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And all has perished
Save love； which never dies！
Oh； faithless one； this insult you shall rue！
In vain for mercy on your knees you'll sue。
I'll tear the mask from your disguising！
NANK。 （aside）。 Now comes the blow！
KAT。 Prepare yourselves for news surprising！
NANK。 （aside）。 How foil my foe？
KAT。 No minstrel he； despite bravado！
YUM。 （aside； struck by an idea）。 Ha！ ha！ I know！
KAT。 He is the son of your
（Nanki…Poo； Yum…Yum； and Chorus； interrupting； sing Japanese words；
to drown her voice。）
O ni！ bikkuri shakkuri to！
KAT。 In vain you interrupt with this tornado！
He is the only son of your
ALL。 O ni！ bikkuri shakkuri to！
KAT。 I'll spoil
ALL。 O ni！ bikkuri shakkuri to！
KAT。 Your gay gambado！
He is the son
ALL。 O ni！ bikkuri shakkuri to！
KAT。 Of your
ALL。 O ni！ bikkuri shakkuri to！
KAT。 The son of your
ALL。 O ni！ bikkuri shakkuri to！ oya！ oya！
ENSEMBLE。
KATISHA。 THE OTHERS。
Ye torrents roar！ We'll hear no more；
Ye tempests howl！ Ill…omened owl。
Your wrath outpour To joy we soar；
With angry growl！ Despite your
scowl！
Do ye your worst； my vengeance The echoes of our festival
call
Shall rise triumphant over all！ Shall rise triumphant over
all！
Prepare for woe； Away you go；
Ye haughty lords； Collect your
hordes；
At once I go Proclaim your woe
Mikado…wards； In dismal
chords
My wrongs with vengeance shall We do not heed their
dismal
be crowned！ sound
My wrongs with vengeance shall For joy reigns everywhere
be crowned！ around。
（Katisha rushes furiously up stage； clearing the crowd away right
and left； finishing on steps at the back of stage。）
END OF ACT I。
ACT II。
SCENE。Ko…Ko's Garden。
Yum…Yum discovered seated at her bridal toilet； surrounded by
maidens； who are dressing her hair and painting her face and
lips； as she judges of the effect in a mirror。
SOLOPITTI…SING and CHORUS OF GIRLS。
CHORUS。 Braid the raven hair
Weave the supple tress
Deck the maiden fair
In her loveliness
Paint the pretty face
Dye the coral lip
Emphasize the grace
Of her ladyship！
Art and nature； thus allied；
Go to make a pretty bride。
SOLOPITTI…SING。
Sit with downcast eye
Let it brim with dew
Try if you can cry
We will do so； too。
When you're summoned； start
Like a frightened roe
Flutter； little heart；
Colour； come and go！
Modesty at marriage…tide
Well becomes a pretty bride！
CHORUS。
Braid the raven hair； etc。
＇Exeunt Pitti…Sing； Peep…Bo； and
Chorus。
YUM。 Yes； I am indeed beautiful！ Sometimes I sit and
wonder； in my artless Japanese way； why it is that I am so much
more attractive than anybody else in the whole world。 Can this
be vanity？ No！ Nature is lovely and rejoices in her loveliness。
I am a child of Nature； and take after my mother。
SONGYUM…YUM。
The sun； whose rays
Are all ablaze
With ever…living glory；
Does not deny
His majesty
He scorns to tell a story！
He don't exclaim；
〃I blush for shame；
So kindly be indulgent。〃
But； fierce and bold；
In fiery gold；
He glories effulgent！
I mean to rule the earth；
As he the sky
We really know our worth；
The sun and I！
Observe his flame；
That placid dame；
The moon's Celestial Highness；
There's not a trace
Upon her face
Of diffidence or shyness：
She borrows light
That； through the night；
Mankind may all acclaim her！
And； truth to tell；
She lights up well；
So I； for one； don't blame her！
Ah； pray make no mistake；
We are not shy；
We're very wide awake；
The moon and I！
Enter Pitti…Sing and Peep…Bo。
YUM。 Yes； everything seems to smile upon me。 I am to be
married to…day to the man I love best and I believe I am the very
happiest girl in Japan！
PEEP。 The happiest girl indeed； for she is indeed to be
envied who has attained happiness in all but perfection。
YUM。 In 〃all but〃 perfection？
PEEP。 Well； dear； it can't be denied that the fact that
your husband is to be beheaded in a month is； in its way； a
drawback。 It does seem to take the top off it； you know。
PITTI。 I don't know about that。 It all depends！
PEEP。 At all events； he will find it a drawback。
PITTI。 Not necessarily。 Bless you； it all depends！
YUM。 （in tears）。 I think it very indelicate of you to
refer to such a subject on such a day。 If my married happiness
is to beto be
PEEP。 Cut short。
YUM。 Well； cut shortin a month； can't you let me forget
it？ （Weeping。）
Enter Nanki…Poo； followed by Go…To。
NANK。 Yum…Yum in tearsand on her wedding morn！
YUM。 （sobbing）。 They've been reminding me that in a month
you're to be beheaded！ （Bursts into tears。）
PITTI。 Yes； we've been reminding her that you're to be
beheaded。 （Bursts into tears。）
PEEP。 It's quite true； you know； you are to be beheaded！
（Bursts into tears。）
NANK。 （aside）。 Humph！ Now； some bridegrooms would be
depressed by this sort of thing！ （Aloud。） A month？ Well；
what's a month？ Bah！ These divisions of time are purely
arbitrary。 Who says twenty…four hours make a day？
PITTI。 There's a popular impression to that effect。
NANK。 Then we'll efface it。 We'll call each second a
minuteeach minute an houreach hour a dayand each day a
year。 At that rate we've about thirty years of married happiness
before us！
PEEP。 And； at that rate； this interview has already lasted
four hours and three…quarters！
＇Exit
Peep…Bo。
YUM。 （still sobbing）。 Yes。 How time flies when one is
thoroughly enjoying oneself！
NANK。 That's the way to look at it！ Don't let's be
downhearted！ There's a silver lining to every cloud。
YUM。 Certainly。 Let'slet's be perfectly happy！ （Almost
in tears。）
GO…TO。 By all means。 Let'slet's thoroughly enjoy
ourselves。
PITTI。 It'sit's absurd to cry！ （Trying to force a
laugh。）
YUM。 Quite ridiculous！ （Trying to laugh。）
（All break into a forced and melancholy laugh。）
MADRIGAL。
YUM…YUM； PITTI…SING； NANKI…POO； and PISH…TUSH
Brightly dawns our wedding day；
Joyous hour； we give thee greeting！
Whither； whither art thou fleeting？
Fickle moment； prithee stay！
What though mortal joys be hollow？
Pleasures come； if sorrows follow：
Though the tocsin sound； ere long；
Ding dong！ Ding dong！
Yet until the shadows fall
Over one and over all；
Sing a merry madrigal
A madrigal！
Fal…lafal…la！ etc。 （Ending in tears。）
Let us dry the ready tear；
Though the hours are surely creeping
Little need for woeful weeping；
Till the sad sundown is near。